Poems help…

I wish I could sit with you Father Time, Mother Eternity. Maybe we’d drink tea from tall glasses as I did when a boy in Finland–Russian tea, the candles shining through.

Damask and silver, twilight. Together reflecting on the small, beautiful, ineluctable joy of seeing animals, their eyes.

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The dictator has broken all the gramophone records but one. He plays it for his dinner guests: wolves howling. When the record is over he starts it again. Stalin as disc jockey…

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Father Time, Mother Eternity, how do I shake these blues?

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My friend, the poet Jim Crenner wrote: “Life is like a game of chess. Death is like two games of chess.”

Once, playing with a friend in a Greek taverna, a spider walked across the board and we both decided it was a draw.

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I wonder if Stalin ever played his record backwards?

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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